If you go on taking wine as such, in such a way,
You will turn, turn into a drunkard
And society will not take you in a right way,
Will call, call you a drunkard,
A drunkard stumbling and staggering
And falling, unable to stand oneself,
Why to destroy God-given life in such a way?
Wine is not going to serve you anyway in your bad days
Waiting to fall upon.